The coolness of the train window
Takes the heat from my forehead
Replaces it with brain freeze
The initials trickle down the pane
The hypnotic clackty clack
Lulls me into a trance
Trees and fields rush by
Straight line to the heart of my past
As the sun blinks I'm blinded
I can finally see what's in front of me
Time to go back to see the future
My childhood is waiting
To greet me in its kind open arms